This is a song about "Left"

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

I left for one summer,

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

Take the exit, the nearest left

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

She knows you masturbate left handed

Lady at the frank stand will

Left you bitches there standing idle

That was good shit, is there any left

I guess that’s why all of these niggas get bent

Friend after friend left me

Plottin' don’t even worry

This shit ain't nothing new though

Never to the left i go

All the people you left behind.

Cause i’m back on my grind